When all people
Fickle for their anguish,
Then you like to laugh winking.
Then you come down in our earth,
By using your color sunglass.
You can't see a real things-
by your color glass.
You can't see that baby
Who are crying on the street,
They haven’t any identity.
You can't see that crowd vulture,
who are eating dragging
A young girl's Brest.
You can't listen that mother cry,
who have lost her son in one war.
You can't see that people-
who haven’t foods, medicine-
always they are fighting with their life,
and they are going to be die.
You come to see us
And again go back,
As like a shameless.
You are a shameless God.
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